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The palace cats despise the dragons, making themselves scarce in the vicinity of the rowdy beasts.
The heavy thump against the domed roof of your tower study and the cat skittering away from the window sill can only tell you that a dragonrider has come to visit, but the remarkably exhausted drawl coming from the doorway narrows the selection down to just one king.
“Darling, my darling…” Nanami sighs as he enters your study, a low rumble of equal parts relief and longing, just at the sight of you and the promise of your comfort.
A gust of sharp, chilled wind sneaks into your hearth-warmed study, the cold licking at Nanami’s heavy boots as they stop to rest at the threshold. A fall of frost lives and dies from the sweep of his frozen fur coat swinging to a stop by his ankles, dissipating on the warmed stone floor. Nanami rests his weight against the doorframe for a moment, the bulk of his leather armour rising and falling with his softly panting breath as he composes himself after his flight.
His tinted riding goggles leave an outlined impression in his skin on the high points of his flushed, thin cheeks as he pulls them off, warping and adding to the wrinkle lines that tug and crease at the corners of his temples with his wry smile.
Nanami runs his thumb against the metal edge of his frames, his expression softening as he brings up the end of his goggles up his lip as he taps in thought, just admiring the look of you behind your desk buried in scrolls and ledgers, “You must let me take you away from here.” He declares, closing the door behind him.
You hum, distracted, lighting another candle on the stand beside you as the sun starts to wane from your windows and dims the light upon your work. The cut of light from the door slims until shut as Nanami enters. “Is there a siege upon our castle, my love?” You ask goodnaturedly, trying to concentrate on the scrawled out lines of bore while your husband approaches with an air of intent.
Nanami’s goggles are replaced by a thin, finely sculpted eyepatch, cradling the high carve of his cheek and tapering off towards his temple. All his patches are tenderly crafted by the kingdom’s artisans, as lovingly rendered as the healed over scarring attended to by the countless mages and clerics that have caressed and enchanted their king’s cursed skin, leaving half of his body glimmering with the shine of residual ardor and spellcraft.
Nanami moves stiffly as he approaches as though sore from his saddle, and he sighs as he bends down, like a mechanical automaton letting out a hiss of relief as it’s finished its work.
Nanami slides his leather-gloved fingertips across your jaw into a gentle cup, then presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “There’s no danger, my sweet,” He murmurs, and he touches his forehead to the side of your head, “There will never be another danger again to darken my beloved’s throne. We have no enemies in anger, only promising alliances and contented smallfolk to mind.” Nanami hums, his eye closed as you touch his cheek in acknowledgment, still not fully turning towards him yet.
You sort together your documents distractedly, filing some away as you clear your desk, “The battles are won, the slighted are being bought into concession, and there is a fragile peace being brokered in a land uncursed,” You hum, penning down a few last notes in the margins as you pet his cheek, smiling as the tip of his cold nose nudges into you while he gives you kisses, “Tell me why you must take me away, and I’ll consider the merits of your plea.” You tease lightly.
Nanami nods, keeping his kisses quiet as he ducks his head down lower to kiss by your ear, “My pleas have every merit, my starlight. I hold counsel with the greatest power in the land, I would not come to you with less than a serious approach.” He insists, slightly muffled as he speaks into your jaw.
You hold in your sound of amusement as his kisses start to tickle slightly, finally getting to file away the last document after feeling finished with the task at hand, “A serious approach from my serious husband,” You hum, echoed by a contented Nanami as you sigh in concession, “I must allow you, then. A more critical message has never been delivered by a prettier messenger.” You tease, starting to reach out for him before Nanami just turns you around, taking your chair by the armrests and facing you towards him with a sharp pull against the stone floor.
“Let’s go dancing, my love,” Nanami murmurs into your skin as he presses kisses onto your cheek. He reaches up with one broad hand and gently cups the side of your head, urging you back into your plush, high-backed chair, leaning into you now as his warm breath huffs across your cheek and jaw, “Let me fly you across the sea. Let me take your hands on the beaches abetting the sheerest of cliffs where I’ll love you forever and through tomorrow morning.”
You hum warmly at his incessant attention, wrapping your arms around his neck with an audibly amused sigh, “To the seaside?” You clarify, and you try to give him kisses as well, but Nanami just gives you a few more light pecks before continuing down with an affirming hum in response.
Nanami carefully tilts your chin up to let him push his head in against your jaw, starting to give your neck attention, “To the seaside, with my precious love, never to return to this kingdom.” He murmurs distractedly, more interested in attaching his attentive lips to your skin.
You run your hands through his frozen, windswept hair as Nanami hums, his thinly carved cheek nudging into your jaw before his kisses continue down lower, laving his soft breath against your collarbones. You have to keep your head tilted up as you close your eyes, letting him give you his increasingly sloppy affection, “You make it sound like I can leave this tower.” You smile softly. Nanami makes a low humming sound under his breath, becoming increasingly interested in gently biting your upper chest, scraping his canines against your collarbones and nipping.
You sigh, petting his hair to warm the windchill, “Maybe in a few weeks, sweetness. I’m still waiting on the last treaty negotiations to be over with, I’m writing to our nobles to secure funding for rebuilding efforts, we have new council positions to fill…” You sigh again, eyebrows pinching for just a moment as you keep your eyes closed. Nanami makes his disapproval known, shaking his head and humming in response.
He pulls at your warm lounge robe, giving your upper chest his last few kisses before he has to shift his position, putting his hands on either armrest now to steady himself as he carefully drops to his knees, whispering, “The war is over, my love.”
Nanami finally looks up at you as he brings his hands down to your exposed thighs, rubbing his large, firm hands over your skin and barely dipping his fingertips under his boxers you wear in the comfort of your private study, “Our armies have become the most pleased escorts in the land as they walk our enemies back to their borders. We are arranging celebrations of life and rebuilding villages rather than sending them weapons,” He smiles now, his eye shining as he tilts his head, “We have begun our peace times, my sweet.” He whispers, as though he’s containing his joy, looking up through his falling fringe of blonde with a wide, sand-colored eye of anticipation, quiet hope.
Nanami maintains your gaze as he dips his head down lower, curving his broad back and starting to unclip the silver fasteners of his cape, letting it fall into a rippling wave of fur down his broad back as he presses chaste kisses to your knees.
You recline back in your seat, and you reach out just a hand to pet Nanami’s fine hair as he hesitantly pushes his cheek against your inner thigh, slow enough to give you time to stop him. You give him gentle scratches in his soft hair, “Kento…” You start, and Nanami immediately wets his lip, continuing to give your thighs kisses as he undoes his right arm’s iron bracer beneath your chair.
“We still have work to do, even if you’ll spend less time on the battlefield.” You reason, starting to spread your legs as Nanami gets closer, as his broad shoulders brush against your legs while he removes his leather glove.
Nanami hums as he reaches up for you finally, grabbing onto your thighs from underneath and lifting them up in firm hands, helping you rest them on his shoulders as you carefully lean back into your seat.
Nanami flexes the muscles in his right hand as he squeezes your soft, yielding thigh, his cheek rubbing into you as he shakes his head, yet it’s his left hand that betrays his intentions, “I will not hear anymore of this era of work upon work for my sweet darling.” He demands softly, his breath hot on your sensitive skin as he leaves wet kisses on your inner thighs.
His left hand thrums with a gentle, unending energy just under the soft leather surface of the glove he leaves on to handle you with care. Blue ribbons of magic arc through his armoured arm of silver in a blend of meticulously crafted automaton spellwork and artificer’s ingenuity, powering his articulated limb with the grace of a bullfighter and his fingertips with the love of a paintbrush.
Nanami has honed his ability to handle even the most fragile woven work in his careful hand of clinking metal, years of experience allowing him to take on the cello again and pluck kittens out of trees. He uses every amount of grace yet none of his restraint on you now, a subtle exhale of steam whirring out of seams at his elbow as he hikes up your thigh and digs his fingers into the softness of your thigh in his cold, gloved hand.
“What have I always said, my angel?” He mumbles into you, and he nips your plush inner thigh softly, as if asking for permission, his eye dilating as your placid expression falters, gasping at the feeling. He smiles with his lips brushing your skin, “Don’t tell me the war has made you forgetful.”
He takes your softened exhale as encouragement, nipping at you again, sucking your skin between his lips in a rougher kiss, and then switching to your other thigh and biting into you, still soft, no pressure or intent to leave a mark yet. His teeth just tease your sensitive skin, his lips latched onto you as he hums into your skin, almost a low moan in approval of your responsiveness.
Nanami doesn’t detach quickly, his sand-colored eye just melting in the heat of his gaze as he looks up at you, taking in your soft sigh at his attention and appreciating how you pet his hair in praise.
Your legs immediately feel weak as he lets you out of his mouth, the loving bite mark still stinging in your skin, shining with the saliva that connects your flesh to Nanami’s wet mouth. His firm, possessive hands keep you in place as he dips his head down lower, and he does it again.
He bites into the softness of your flesh and actively groans now, his body reacting to having your softness yield under his teeth. Sparks run up his spine and make him melt, his hands clinging and needy, as he hears your breathing start to become a light pant, as he feels your hand falter in his hair.
Nanami adjusts your thighs up high and wide apart, leaving you fully exposed to him, keeping you reclined back as you steady yourself with one hand on the armrest to steady yourself and the other in his hair, and his hot breath fans across the slick skin he’s left with his affection, “The work will still be here tomorrow.” He huffs, the defined weight of his brow curving down as he narrows his eye, kissing you with a little indignant aggression now
His lips are wet and warm, each kiss followed by hot, panting breaths that grace the soft bitemarks he’s given you, “It’ll be here tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow,” He nips into you, the mechanics of his hand encased in leather clicking in to grip at your thigh, “There’ll be more work when you’ve finished this work and more work in the years to come, but gone are the days of battles at our doorstep and letting you sleep in a cot in this tower buried in work.” He hisses now, every movement coming quicker now in his intensity.
His incessant teasing makes your voice come out low and breathy now, even with the amusement under your breath, “You want me to make the trek all the way down to our chambers?” You smile, running your hand through his hair, ruffling it as he preens at the attention, nudging his head in even closer into you. His head is fully in your lap now as he nods, his nose rubbing against your thigh in an affectionate nuzzle as he starts to lick.
“Oh, gods the things I would do to have you in my bed… ” Nanami can’t even finish his sentence as he groans, pressing his face into your inner thigh to muffle his low moaning, mouthing at your sensitive flesh. The sound of his want rumbles through his broad, aching body as he smooths his hands over your outer thighs, toying with your hips, pinching and grabbing.
Nanami only softens his touch once he distracts himself with what he’s been craving the most, with the warmth he was fantasizing about on the entire freezing flight home until the moment he stood at your doorway.
Nanami lays patient, reverent kisses over the soft fabric of his boxers clothing your wet heat, his nose pressing into you at every chance. His attention is insistent and wet as he starts to lick just over your pubic mound, his melting, golden eye begging for more of you as he looks up at you and hums.
You shush him as Nanami moans, as he buries his head between your pubic mound and your thigh and bites into your skin from under the leg of the boxers. Your halfhearted attempts to get him to slow down do nothing as he buries his nose in, sighing softly between and during sloppy licks as he tries to sound out his relief at getting to taste your skin.
You pet his hair with a hushing tone as his teeth get a little more excited to leave marks at the most sensitive juncture of your skin. “Kento… Sweetness…” You whisper, and you reach down with your other hand, just petting him and carding your hand through his hair as if to calm him down as you reach for the leg of the boxers.
Nanami lets go of your thigh as he sees you reach down towards him, and he just stays still as you pull at the fabric, tugging them to the side to expose your wet heat, “You would abandon our kingdom for this?” You ask, your tone even, your petting getting softer as Nanami nods, looking between you and your cunt on display before him with a golden, focused eye. His rapt attention makes your walls clench around nothing, and Nanami just sighs, panting open mouthed and having to hold back a groan as your pussy flutters for him.
You smile, “You would whisk us away to let our kingdom fend for itself, just to have me in a cabin on the beach all to yourself, hm?” You nod as you coo down to him quietly, pushing his soft hair back as Nanami flushes, wetting his lip, waiting on you.
He’s slow about it, hands reaching forward and grabbing and clawing like a predator stalking the earth as he grabs at the offending boxers and pulls them from your thighs, “Don’t ask me what I would do, my love,” He murmurs, rubbing his hands over you apologetically as he tosses the shorts aside, sitting you down and letting his hands roam, letting his fingers pinch and smooth over your plush inner thighs as if saying grace, “Don’t ask me what I would do right now to give you what you deserve, because you’d hate me.” He admits, his voice low and ragged as he just pants hot breath over your bare cunt, obediently holding back by just a hair's-breadth.
You bury your hand into his thick, soft hair, and Nanami is set off at just the sound of your voice, “If this is what you want, then you can have a little taste of treason.” You offer, and Nanami doesn’t waste another moment.
He dips his head in and laps at your slit, huffing hot, hungry breaths into you, even pulling you closer by your ass and moaning into you as he starts working his tongue into your heat.
Both of Nanami’s hands have a caring touch with you. One shamelessly squeezes and gropes your ass while the other holds you firm to keep your pussy presented for his mouth, but he still digs his fingers into your flesh in both hands, as firm as steel.
He touches you as though it’s the greatest honor in the world to handle something so soft and sweet and so carnally indulgent, he’s so precious with the honor he has to taste you. His mouth is ravenous, a man desperate to slurp out all your juices and leave you dry. You could believe he hasn’t had a drink all day with the way he’s convincing you that there’s nectar at your core if he can fit his tongue in deep enough, desperate enough that he might eat his way inside.
You tighten your grip in his hair as Nanami’s groan vibrates in your cunt, as his tongue curls inside of you as if collecting and drinking your slick. His lips are no better at keeping you coherent, pressing into you in sloppy kisses, as if sucking, toying with your sensitive folds and getting himself messy as he tilts his head, nodding into you, begging for more.
Your voice comes out wavering, your thighs twitching as you try not to close them around Nanami’s head, “So sweet, good sweetheart for me…” You praise weakly, panting as heavily now as Nanami looks up at you, retracting his tongue to be able to press kisses onto your slit, using his lips to tease you now.
Nanami presses open mouthed kisses to your slit, nodding his head into you with a darkened, narrowed eye as he idly pays attention while you gasp, “Sweetheart… What’s the matter? Why is my king so restless?” You whisper, giving him an amused smile and shaky breath, “You know you can fly up to this tower anytime you want and have your way with me. You’re being greedy for wanting to take me away.” You giggle, and Nanami’s brows narrow as he laps at the length of your drooling slit, licking up your wetness onto his tongue and visibly swallowing.
Nanami presses kisses onto your clit, so slow now as he looks up at you with worship, clear as day in his golden eye, “I’m hungry.” He just grunts out, and his fattened, needy cock straining in his tight riding pants throbs as he presses his tongue flat against your twitching clit.
Your hand in Nanami’s hair only serves to make the bulge in his pants swell as he huffs and pants over your sopping pussy, looking up at you as you subtly praise him with your gentle petting, “I’ll stay hungry until I’ve had my fill,” He says plainly, and he licks up the slick wetting his lips to keep himself neat before giving your clit kitten kisses, “Are you going to let me have all of you? Can I have more, my love?” Nanami murmurs, his eye softening and melting as he takes broad licks up from your heat to your clit.
You smile, scratching his scalp encouragingly, “How much more, sweetness?” You tease, and your eyes lower to Nanami’s right hand as he retracts it from you, as he keeps your thigh up on his broad shoulder but dips his hand down, applying pressure where he needs it.
Nanami huffs, his eyebrows scrunching together, his tone low and quiet as he pleads with you, “Need to eat my creamy little pussy sunrise and sunset,” He says, just gripping his cock through his pants, feeling it twitch just at the thought, “I need to make a mess in you so often that this pussy gets wet when you see me coming.” The side of Nanami’s lip twitches up just at the thought of it.
You nod with him, encouraging him as you find his ear and just run your thumb over the outer ridge of it, feeling how warm he is as he pants for you, “You need it all the time?” You whisper, and Nanami nods.
“Need it,” He insists, and he repeats it for you as you nod with him, “Need to make you my cocksheath, need to pump you full of cream,” He says softly, almost whimpering now as his cock throbs uncomfortably, and he sounds out another soft whine into your cunt as he dips his head down and latches his lips onto your entrance, like he’s complaining into you as he sucks on your dripping flesh, “Need to keep this pussy dripping and ready for me to put on my cock whenever you’re ready for another load.”
You tug on Nanami’s earlobe gently before sliding your hand down to cup his jaw, feeling how the muscles in his cheek work as he moans, and you pet him with your thumb, “Hmm… It almost sounds like you’re trying to breed me…” You muse aloud, and Nanami can feel the twitching of your walls as he lap his tongue inside of you, swallowing up your wetness as you consider his pleas, “Is my sweet, precious king daydreaming about breeding me?” You tease, smiling down at him.
Nanami feels it in his cock as you even consider the notion, his cockhead’s slit leaking as you acknowledge him, and he immediately latches onto your clit while he starts to undo his pants.
You gasp at the sudden, intense pressure, your hand on his jaw tightening as Nanami’s mouth sucks on your sensitive clit, as his warm, wet tongue just laps and circles your clit sloppily now, moaning and letting you feel his need, his utter desperation to conquer as much of you as he desires.
You arch your back up at the feeling, your thighs quivering as you feel every vibration of Nanami’s huffing breath and his growling into your clit, and you praise him as he brings you to your edge, “Gods, you actually want that.” You pant, and Nanami grows hot at your words.
He pushes his hand down his boxer briefs and strokes his throbbing cock in tight, short strokes as he nods, his gold eye dilating slowly as he looks up at you and just whispers into your cunt, “Breed you…” He mumbles into your pussy like he’s possessed.
Nanami’s cock twitches in his hand and drips out another dribble of precum as you whisper down to him, “Such a needy, needy king…” You tsk, and Nanami moans at your teasing, as the pussy he desperately wants to breed flutters against his hungry mouth.
You soften visibly as you watch Nanami blush, as you find him out, and you nod, “Make me cum, and then you can start convincing me, sweetness.” You allow, and Nanami has to hold his hand still and firm on his cock at just the thought of family planning with you, as if he’s holding back his own orgasm as you gasp aloud.
Nanami’s soft hair tickles your inner thighs as you give him your pleasure, as your thighs quiver around him with every melting wave running through your core getting licked up by Nanami’s warm, wet tongue. You shut your eyes just at the first overwhelming jolts washes over you, as Nanami provides it with his hungry mouth, drawing it out of you as if he’d be able to drink down more of your slick the longer he can keep you orgasming on his tongue.
Nanami suckles on your clit, his lips teasing and maintaining pressure while you flutter your eyes open, starting to come down from your high while your heat becomes oversensitive.
“Shh, shh…” You urge him off with little giggles under your breath as Nanami gives you more kisses while detaching, huffing and panting with a half lidded eye as he clearly works his arm in his pants down below. He presses the side of his head into your inner thigh in a warm nuzzle
“Did that feel good?” He smiles, starting to shift his position, rubbing your thigh as he straightens his back and takes his hand from his cock.
You nod, breathing heavily, cupping his chin as you admire him and his wet, pink lips, “You make me so proud, Kento,” You praise softly, and you smile with him as Nanami lights up, his touch sweet and gentle as he helps you rest your thighs back down in your seat, “My sweet man always knows how to please me.” You murmur, and Nanami just rubs his hands over your thighs as he closes your legs for you, kissing your knees.
“Of course, my love, anything for you, my love.” He promises, and he keeps one hand on the seat and one hand on your thigh as he gets up, leaning into you as he does so, kissing your cheek as he nuzzles into you before he has to stand at his full height.
“My sweet starlight…” Nanami hums, removing his leather belt entirely as he stands before you, starting to push the front of his pants and boxers out of the way as he takes his stiff, wet cock out, “I’ve waited through a whole war for the right to breed your sweet cunt.” He admits, and he leaves his cock jutting out from under his leather amour plated vest, hanging low from the weight of itself. He makes no move to continue stroking his length despite how wet he’s already gotten, no matter how much his dribbling cock aches for release.
Instead, Nanami reaches for you, pressing kisses onto your cheeks as he hooks one arm under your thigh and secures his other arm around your waist, picking you up and keeping you snug into his chest as he sits himself down comfortably in your chair.
“This pussy has been my prize right from the start.” He huffs, getting you settled down in his lap as he easily maneuvers your thighs up. He lets your back rest against the edge of the desk behind you, not leaning you into it, just letting you have some stability while he keeps your legs spread high and apart.
Nanami murmurs, his breath soft on your cheeks, “I’ve fought and won battles in your name, I’ve defended and protected your kingdom, and now we’ll conceive that happily ever after we talked about, won’t we?” Nanami whispers, raking his golden gaze hungrily over you as you let him move you to his liking, wetting his lip as gets a good look at your drooling pussy on display, “Tell me you’ll stop overexerting yourself, and you’ll enjoy this hardwon peace with me to its fullest extent.” He begs, picking you up over his cock.
You hum as you press your forehead to Nanami’s, slow and languid as he handles you so easily, “Hmm… Does my Kento deserve a rest?” You muse teasingly, and Nanami corrects you sharply between kisses, making you smile, “Do we deserve a rest, my sweet Kento?” You make an amused sound under your breath, and Nanami just nips at your lip, indignant.
“You test my patience, starlight.” He chides, so smooth and so sweet as his gaze lingers on your pussy, starting to maneuver you down to nudge against the head of his cock, unconcerned with his slow pace as he takes his time lining up your entrance with his throbbing cock.
You cling to Nanami’s neck and shoulder, looking down with him as his heavy girth bobs in place every time it touches your slit, teasing you with the moment he’ll start to push you down. You nudge your face in closer to Nanami as he leans into you, nuzzling your forehead to his, “I’m not being a tease, am I?” You mock him lightheartedly, and you smile as Nanami sighs, almost in amusement, if the sound weren’t so deep and gravelly.
Nanami nudges his face up to you now, pressing the bridge of his nose against yours, “You’re being a tease by having such a sloppy, wet cunt,” He breathes out, huffing, “It’s just the way I want it. It’s so sweet for me, it’s soaking wet for me, creamy and warm…” He whines now, lowly, letting you hear his desires as he starts fitting you on his cock, pushing you onto his bulbous, dripping tip and trying to get it to fit.
“Now look,” He sighs, and he can’t help but press a kiss to your cheek and nuzzle his temple into you as you look down with him again, and he pants into his words as he complains, “I got you all ready for me, I got you nice and relaxed, and you’re still too tight for my cock…” He muses as he squeezes you tighter, pressing you into him as he starts pushing you down with more intention, his thick cockhead struggling to squeeze into your tight entrance.
“You wouldn’t make me cum like this, would you?” Nanami murmurs, and he smiles down at you as you finally look back up at your panting, huffing man.
Nanami is flushed pink, his hair falling to his temples and framing his dilated, dazed eye as he cradles you close, his hands gripping you gently even as he keeps steadily shoving you down to take his thick cock, “You’ll let me inside, right?” He nods, and he coos over you as you nod with him, so enchanted by the way you arch your back, asking for more of him.
Nanami dips his head down to you, pressing wet kisses to your lips as he praises you, given permission to shove you down harder now to take him, “My pretty darling is so sweet for me,” He huffs his warm breath into your parted lips, as you share panting breaths with him, “You’re going to let me stuff you full of cream, aren’t you?” He grins, nodding as you whine his name, his cockhead finally popping into you and making room for the length of his throbbing cock to start pushing inside.
Nanami practically curls around you as he purrs, shivering at the feeling of your warmth squeezing his swollen tip, “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me, letting me inside this perfect pussy.” He hums, delighted by the way your hot, wet walls flutter and massage his drooling cockhead, making his heavy balls twitch with his need to release inside of you immediately.
“This is what I’ve been dreaming about.” He confesses, soft and whispering now as he pulls you closer into his chest, pressing you into his heavy plates of leather armor as if to cradle you to his heart.
Nanami murmurs, low and slow while he keeps his grip firm on you, pushing you steadily down his throbbing cock, “I’ve been sitting through countless war councils… I’ve been bringing lords to heel and flying through storms to get back to taking care of you like you deserve.” He rumbles softly now, groaning into his words as your soft, clinging walls squeeze and massage half his aching length.
“I have to keep a straight face and pretend to listen to negotiations and endless prattle while I dream about getting you pregnant, and then keeping you pregnant.” He grunts as he pulls you tighter into his chest and pushes you down to the hilt of his cock in one smooth movement, gasping at the lewd, gushing sound of your dripping heat getting speared by his fat cock.
Nanami moans, he almost collapses into you at the feeling of being buried so perfectly deep inside your sloppy, tight pussy that his cock has to curve slightly towards himself and press against your soft walls to accommodate for his length.
The sound of his pleasure comes out as a low, rumbling, almost growl down by your ear as he drops his head to press himself into you, staying so very still as he lets his fat, round tip throb and subtly massage your cervix with its light twitching.
You flex your legs as you gasp at the first sting of Nanami’s thick cockhead slamming into your heat, but Nanami’s grip on you only gets tighter as he feels you squirm, “Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you…” He whispers, and he doesn’t move, he just lets you adjust to the size of him taking up so much room inside of you, shushing and cooing over you comfortingly as your panting breath wavers.
Nanami noses your cheek, pressing kisses into your jaw as he soothes you, “Just relax for me. It’s okay. I know it’s deep, sweetheart.” He nods with you, humming in agreement as his eyelashes flutter. He lets out a soft shaking sound as his girth twitches within your walls, almost like he’s groaning in relief.
“Is it too much?” He murmurs, and he lets his eye close as he presses his cheek into yours, accepting your affection as you push your face into him as well, “Am I too rough with you? Tell me to be gentler.”
You immediately hum in disagreement, shaking your head and kissing his cheek, making Nanami’s chest rumble as you give him attention, “It’s alright, it’s good,” You assure him, and you just let out a little huff as Nanami experimentally shifts in his seat a little, jostling his massive cock inside of you, and you just pant softly into your words, “It’s just… big.”
Nanami hums in acknowledgment, pushing his head against yours as his cock steadily throbs within your snug walls, “Is it?” He whispers, and he turns his head close to you, interrupting your kisses to his cheek as you echo back in affirmation, and he nods, “Is it too big for my pretty pussy?” He smiles, pressing a thoughtful, slow kiss to your cheek, his nose nudging into you as he huffs warmly into your skin.
You hesitate, gasping as Nanami starts to pick you up just a little, barely just letting his throbbing cockhead rub against your walls before pushing you back down, making you squeak in response to the solid, wet gushing sound of your pussy getting speared a little harder, your ass smacking into Nanami’s lap.
Nanami tilts his head as he takes in how responsive you are to just that one movement, starting to draw slow, soft kisses across your cheek, “Mhm… I know, shh, I know, my darling,” He whispers, and he picks you up just as far again, “But you like that,” Another smack down into his lap, “Don’t you?”
You whine a little as his stiff, swollen length rubs against your walls, gasping with every hit of his fat cockhead jabbing into the depths of your core, jolting a shock of pleasure through you that makes your legs twitch in Nanami’s big, strong hands.
You nuzzle your face into Nanami’s as he gives you a peppering of kisses, nodding, eliciting a softer, more amused tone from your panting, flushed man.
Nanami swallows, gritting his teeth at his resists the urge to pick you up and fold you across the desk to pin you down there, but he’s a soft man, listening in intently to your quiet breaths, your slight gasps as he just slowly picks you up and down, very tenderly using you like a hot, wet fleshlight in his lap.
“Shh, shh, shh, sweet thing,” He whispers, smiling, “I can feel how you’re squeezing me,” He admits, grinning as you make a soft whining sound, “It’s okay, I’m here. I know you like getting stretched. You like how big it is, don’t you, my sweet?” He nods, humming as he kisses your cheek again, sighing in delight as he grinds himself in deep, his hips swiveling in your plush seat.
You try clinging to Nanami’s neck tighter, but he shakes his head, nudging his forehead to yours to get you to look down with him, shushing and cooing in praise as you do so, “There you go… there… doesn’t your little cunt feel so much better when it’s stuffed full?” He murmurs, dragging you up and down in short movements, letting his thick cockhead nudge and stimulate your soft, sensitive inner walls, letting you see his every minute movement as he presses in deep and makes just the slightest bulge in your lower abdomen, making Nanami drool as he looks down.
You look up at Nanami only to see how he wets his lip, his golden eye dazed and dilated in your quickly darkening study as the descending sun paints your windows amber, lighting up your overworked, pussyhungry warrior king in a hazy glow as he pants down at your cunt taking his throbbing cock, flushed and needy, “Look at you taking it…” He gasps, in awe, as if he’ll never get tired of the way your tight cunt stretches to fit around his fat girth every time.
“You’re being so sweet for me, you’re not even complaining. You’re just taking this big cock like a good little breeding toy, aren’t you?” He coos, his body shuddering with a slightly feverish, perverted delight as he just brings you down a little faster now, enjoying the way he gets to hear your gasps of pleasure, your soft, yielding pussy gushing for him, the smacking of your ass in his lap, all the faster as his rate increases.
You nod with him, mewling and soft as you cling to him, bracing yourself for every impact as Nanami continues to pick you up and push you down easily. His apparent exhaustion from his recent battle seeming to have no effect on the way his forearm bulges and his mechanical arm hums with restless energy, or affect the lustful panting of his broad chest as he uses you as if he wants to keep pistoning for hours.
“Shh, there’s a good sleeve, so good for me,” He whines lowly, wetting his lip again, “I know how much you need to get stuffed full of cock… that’s why I have to drag you out of this tower and keep you like this.” He gasps, shoving you down a little harder than before and curling around you, almost making you believe he’s accidentally pushed himself to orgasm a little too fast with the way his stiff, throbbing meat twitches inside you, only missing the rushing of wet heat flooding your insides.
Nanami groans as he pushes you into the desk a little harder, staying still, his chest heaving as he hisses. He stays like that for a moment, his cheek presses against the side of your head, until he lets out a little breath of relief, his shoulders relaxing.
“I want to take care of you.” He sighs, melting into you, his breathing slowing, his hands just squeezing your thighs so gently, like he’s kneading you in his satisfaction.
“Can I fly you across the sea and keep you satisfied morning and night?” He huffs, his little puff of breaths just over your head as he relaxes slowly.
Nanami nudges his temple to your head, making little nuzzling motions as he looks down with you, his breath catching in a low groan as he slowly grinds his throbbing cock against the squishy, pliant walls of your insides, and he shudders, “Can I give you heirs?” He moans softly, and he nudges your head up now, his warm, dilated golden brown eye taking you in so intimately, “Do you want heirs with me?” His brows pinch slightly.
Nanami visibly swallows as he looks down at you, wetting his lip while his cock twitches, and he shudders, stilling as you speak.
You drop your gaze to his lips, shiny and flushed from kissing you, from attacking you with his desire, and you watch him lick his bottom lip as he pants open mouthed. “You’re just aching to breed me…” You muse aloud, and Nanami drops you down onto his fat cock again as if to let his twitching girth tell you how true that is, and he nods, his huffing breath hot on your lips.
Your back arches as you lean into him and Nanami retaliates against you, shaking his head and pushing you back up and down again as if to discourage you from doing any work yourself, and you have to smile at his dedication. You bite his bottom lip, “Have you been fantasizing about being my breeder bull?” You murmur after pulling his lip back, and Nanami’s eye lights up, clear and gold and molten hot like you’ve lit a fire.
There’s a flash of blue light from his arm as his joints snap in quickly, like you’ve activated a trap as he wraps his arm around you like a vice, “I’m your breeder.” He grunts into your mouth as he leans you back into the desk, his smooth metal arm both protecting you from the sharp edge of the desk as he keeps you folded in half against it and keeps your back in an arch as he snaps his hips in and thrusts into you, growling into your ear and pressing himself against your unprotected womb.
Nanami swivels his hips against you, grinding his cock inside and angling his length just right, “That’s why you have me,” Another smack into your dripping pussy, “I’m your king consort, I’m your dedicated breeder.” He curves his back to huff down into you as he obediently pounds into your cunt with every approving gasp and whine he elicits from your lips.
You’re bent in such a way that movement is unthinkable, that you can do nothing but spill mewling whines and let your plush ass jiggle with his every thrust inside you, and that’s exactly what Nanami’s intent is, “You didn’t choose me for my lineage or for alliances,” His cock jabs at your cervix as if it knows its purpose, “You didn’t choose me because anyone told you to. You chose me because you knew I would provide for you, and your kingdom, and love you fiercely,” He grunts out, his deep thrusts squelching out enough slick that he could be trying to froth it white before he even adds his own cream.
Nanami holds himself in deep, curling his large, warm body around you like a protective blanket as he dips his head down, and he subtly grinds his hips like he can’t stop as his hot breath tickles the shell of your ear, “When you accepted me as your husband, you knew I was going to give you strong, beautiful babies someday, and you told me it would be now.” He reminds you, and he kisses the top of your ear, his body shivering with pleasure as your cunt tightens around him so obediently.
You whimper, clinging to him ineffectually, squirming even when he won’t let you, “We said when the kingdom’s safe, when the war is done-”
Nanami shushes, nodding, “The war is won,” He corrects you, a rare point of pride, purring softly as he kisses the side of your head, “This chapter is over, my sweet. Let me help you rest.” He urges, his tone rich with affection as he softens for you, and he closes his eye and smiles as you melt in his grip, your moans becoming sweeter as he rocks his hips into you again.
“I’m going to breed you now.” Nanami murmurs, his eyebrows pinching as he presses a firm kiss to your temple, his back arching as he leans you down further onto the desk, pistoning into you like a machine as he rocks the furniture like a ruthless man.
Your chair has been long abandoned as Nanami thrusts his hips into you as if he’s drilling you into place, pinning you like a butterfly to a board and leaving you just as immobile. As he towers over you, clinging and close as if hoarding you to himself while he claims your womb, he must look a sight bending over to keep you folded under him, like a dragon curving and adoring its prey, lashing out with vicious kisses that leave you breathless.
“Is this good?” Nanami huffs, jabbing as if he doesn’t know he’s mixing up your organs to fit in the load of seed he’s preparing to give you, “This is your last chance to tell me you don’t want my babies, because you’re not taking anything but prenatals after this.” He warns you, propping your hips up to keep you in a downright slutty arch as he stays true to his word, taking care of you like the proper breeder bull he is.
Nanami fucks you like it’s hard for him to not empty his balls, with short, grinding thrusts meant to keep your pussy stupid and satisfied while he stays deep enough to breed you at a moment’s notice.
It’s snug and hot inside your cunt, clinging and gripping to Nanami’s cock so obediently as though preparing to not let him pull out. With Nanami growling into your ear and using every explicit term to tell you his plans on exactly what angle you will be bent at until you get pregnant and for how long, coupled with the sound of his heavy balls bouncing against your ass with wet smacks from your pussy’s drooling arousal, you have no reason to do anything but clench your soft, sensitive walls around Nanami’s aching cock and moan mumbling agreements into his ear.
Nanami curves his back to help you as you cling to his neck tighter, his hand of metal instinctually petting your back as you whine so softly, demanding his seed. Nanami blushes furiously, his brows furrowing as he nods with you, cooing softly as he eases you through his own orgasm.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay…” He mumbles, ragged and halting, almost wanting to apologize for the rush of heat and stickiness you must be feeling right at your poor abused cervix. He’s unable to fuck you any less than balls deep as he’s unloading himself in you, cradling your warm frame tightly as his hips twitch and shudder, pumping and thrusting wetly as his moans rattle through his heavy body.
“Just like that, sweetness… Hold still for me, be good…” He hums, nuzzling his temple to yours as his thick, oversensitive cock jolts within your softness, knowing that every movement must be amplified tenfold for you just by the weight and girth of his cock, that you must be feeling the prominent veins throbbing against your poor, sweet walls while he has his way with you.
Nanami praises you like a man fulfilled, all smiles and tensions eased as he starts settling you down, “There we go. Don’t move. Let me worry about the mess, let me worry, honey.” He shushes you as he sits himself back down on your office chair, leaning back, letting his cock slide out of you as he nestles you back against him, helping you down and around and nodding and humming as he sits you in his lap, with your back firmly pressed against his heaving chest.
“Shh… Let me see…” He murmurs down to your head, a low, rumbling purr coming from his leather-armoured chest as he sees how boneless and fucked he’s left you, your thighs easily spreading with no complaint as he displays you in his lap, allowing his hands to roam over you lazily.
Nanami’s softening, heavy cock is wet with a sticky shine of your slick and his thick cum dripping down slowly onto your fine, stone floor beneath your desk, but it’s nowhere near the drooling that comes from your pussy as Nanami presses you firmly against him and spreads open your puffy, sensitive folds to expose your fucked, seeded cunt.
“There it is…” Nanami coos softly, and it’s cruel, the way he slowly slips two fingers down around your clit in a v-shape and just massages your outer folds, as if coaxing and prodding such a domesticated, trained pussy to spill on command.
“You’re so cute, sweetheart, so pretty…” Nanami sighs softly, still coming down from his dazed high, the blood that had rushed to his heavy dick still returning to his system, “Just let me get messy, honey. I want it, I want it…” He argues with you lightheartedly as you gasp and arch your back in protest, trying not to squirm, but not wanting to watch how Nanami’s frothed, bubbled cum drips and spills back down onto his own softened cock like a thick glaze.
Nanami shakes his head as you flex your thighs, as you shift in your seat in his lap, not liking any sign of thought or reason coming from you in your fucked out state, and he’s quick to tamp down any higher-level thinking by circling your clit harshly and letting you hear how slutty and bred your pussy sounds.
“Shh… don’t worry, sweetness, I’m making it better,” Nanami insists so sweetly, and he delves his fingers into your cunt just to make you gasp, “Look, shh, it’s okay, pretty baby, I’m right here,” He says with a little amusement under his breath as he whispers so softly, only pulling out a few fingers worth of his copious load and using it to rub and slap your pussy like he’s obsessed with it, “I’ve got you, let me take care of you…” He pleads, crooning and loving.
What could you possibly do with your hands when your king consort is playing with his own hot, rich cum in your twitching pussy like it’s a toy for him. What sounds are monarchs supposed to make when such large, confident fingers are switching between fucking into your sloppy cunt like he’s petting and rewarding your insides and rubbing and massaging your aching, pulsing clit like he’s demanding another orgasm.
Whatever you do, you know Nanami will be delighted by your every reaction. He grins as you squirm disobediently, as you push yourself back into him and as you try to find purchase on his own body. It feels like you’re looking for him, like it’s unthinkable to grab the chair or the table for support, but instead you have to reach up and find and run your hands through Nanami’s hair as you spread yourself out on his warm, secure lap and tremble in his grip.
Nanami only gets more sickly sweet and teasing as you whine and mewl his name like you’re in heat, and he knows with each whimpered Ken, Ken, Ken, that he has you exactly where he wants you.
“Aw… See? You like it when I’m sweet to you,” Nanami licks his lip as he nuzzles his thin, flushes cheek to the side of your head, watching your pussy flutter and cream for him, “You’re going to cum for me again, aren’t you? Like the good little babymaker you are.” Nanami praises, his heart warm and aflutter as you nod and agree with him so adorably, and he has to hold back his soft laughter as he realizes he’ll finally have you like this in a cabin on a beach just like he had been dreaming, and he nips at the shell of your ear as he moans softly.
“That’s it, show me how good you can be for me,” Nanami croons lowly, and he cradles you tightly and slows every motion as he asks you to relax, “Just let me give you what you need,” He whispers, smiling and watching with a warm dilated eye of molten gold as you orgasm under his care, “Let me give it to you slow and sweet, my darling… Just breathe.”
Nanami’s warm, broad chest rumbles with pleased purrs and soft groans, drinking up your wavering, breathy gasps, nuzzling into you and keeping his firm arm around your middle as you let go and relax in his under his loving touch. Every shuddering breath into your lungs is another wave of pleasure as Nanami’s experienced fingers prolong your pleasure, knowing the exact moment he’s crossed over into teasing you for too long, and knowing when to give you your rest.
You’re both left panting and warm, with Nanami keeping you cuddled close as he just holds you still, almost hugging you into himself while his breath evens.
Soft words are exchanged as you’re both wiped down and made decent enough to sneak down into the royal chambers more or less unseen in such a debauched state.
You both undress between teasing giggles and prodding hands grabbing and feeling after so long of not being able to unwind together at night, so busy between battles and councils and work and flights across the continent, and yet he’s here, petting your cheek every moment you turn away from him.
The royal baths are always running, providing a private steam-filled room for you to both sink into your carved stone pool, bringing tired bodies to rest.
You soak beneath the running fall of water at the center before rejoining Nanami sitting off to the side, just as he shoves away the pouch from his belt across the stone floor.
Nanami doesn’t let you see what he has hidden at first, keeping it on the ledge at his back for a moment as he turns back to you, and he holds out his arm along the stone perimeter, “You haven’t asked me how bridge patrol went.” He smiles wryly, clicking off the joint at his shoulder and letting his metal arm disengage with a hiss of steam.
The ribbons of energy pulsing in his arm of silver fade from blue to white to dissipating light, trailing from his bicep to his hand as every juncture quivers for a moment before rattling down to the stone ledge, lifeless and still as Nanami removes his lifeforce from the magicked prosthetic assembly.
Nanami pushes himself down fully into the pool before you as you reach up for his shoulders, rubbing your hands over the broad expanse of his frame as you tilt your head, “You seemed very happy on your return, my love,” You reason, not one for Nanami’s teasing chiding as he leans in and nips at your lip, smirking as you return the gesture.
“Tell me how was your patrol, my love,” You insist, running your hands through the short hair at the nape of Nanami’s neck, letting his fine hair dampen with your touch as rivulets of water roll down his scarred, muscular back, “Were there at least any frost serpents to liven your day?” You hum, touching your nose to his.
Nanami is so responsive to your petting, tilting his head back to let you bury your hands in his hair, giving you ample room to trail your nuzzling down to his thick neck as he grins, “Hm? Clever thing…” He huffs, tsking as his surprise is ruined.
Your petting is interrupted as Nanami pulls back for just a moment, twisting back to retrieve what he had taken from his belt pouch, “Now, it’ll need a polish-”
“Kento-” You snap, laughing as Nanami pulls out a dull gem from behind him, grey with the stray ichor of beasts and a little too big for even his large hand to manage as he submerges it in the steaming water.
“Ah- Kento, What are you...” You sigh as you help him return its shine under the soapy foam, complaining at the flaking grey film of the battlefield smoke that’s been streaking Nanami’s frosted leathers and apparently what’s been making him smell of rusted metal, “You’re a madman, Kento.” You admonish as you get your hands dirty alongside him, wiping off the quickly dissipating substance until the gem glows through.
Nanami grins, having been restraining his excitement since he retrieved this treasure, “My love… It’s the last one.” He whispers conspiratorially, interrupting your complaints.
You hesitate, looking back down at the organic shapes of the infinitely faceted stone, its clear brilliance under the glimmering soap, “It’s… a serpent heart. You’ve taken many of these, they’re protecting the kingdom’s strongholds. It can’t be the last one-”
“My love,” Nanami repeats, and he lets you take it in both hands as he covers the back of one yours with his own warm palm, and he looks down at you with a crinkle beside his honeyed eye, “They’re all gone. This was the last one to fight back, to lash out at our people. The rest have fled.” Nanami reassures you with a gentle squeeze.
Nanami pours more water over the stone until it’s clear, until it’s softly glowing blue between the two of you in your steaming pool, and he whispers with all the love and reverence in his own heart, “I want to give this to you as a promise. I want you to hold onto it for our heir.” Nanami smiles, and he leans in closer, his voice low and soothing.
“We’ll have the palace’s mages enchant it like all the others. We’ll have the kingdom’s finest gemstone handlers cut and shape every shard,” Nanami promises, and he touches your chin, lifting your eyes up to him with a tender finger as he admires you so softly, “Our family will be protected by the heart of the last evil this kingdom will see for many, many years. Every baby mobile, every doorway, every crown, will bear the mark of the last time I will ever have to raise my sword in anger to protect us.”
Nanami’s smile widens as yours does, as if neither of you can contain the small gasps of laughter shared between two lovers on a precipice.
Nanami's breath warms your lips as he brushes his own against you, “When we return to this home, we will return to a kingdom renewed," He smiles, unable to contain this overwhelming feeling of peace as he rubs the bridge of his nose against yours, "Tonight, we are saying goodbye to the land we once knew, and we will return with its new future, its new ruler, and the two of us imminently retired into a kingdom we built stronger together.” He whispers, and the gem falls, its descent slowing in the steaming water to the stone floor of your private pool.
The gem sits forgotten as two lovers cradle each other with whispered words that become a new decree of hope for your kingdom under the rushing din of falling water.
The last gemstone heart of the serpent Nanami faced with ease and practiced calculation on that bridge at the perimeter of your kingdom glows blue at the bottom of your pool, as whispered, giggling promises of fierce adoration and protection become a new prophecy, and a wish from a husband to his family.